A Lover's Test

Why do my lady’s lips shimmer with blood? Just yesterday we kissed like lovers do; your dress once fine is torn and stained with mud, and skin so grey has lost its normal hue. Was it last night while I was fast asleep, that from a bite you turned from life to death? How could fate cast a lethal cut so deep and steal her life by smothering her breath? I ought to slice her head with razor sword - But, how when love for her beats in my chest? My need to have her still I do implore; so as she Staggers here, this is our test. I cast away the sword oh Zombie Queen; I’d rather share your curse and be with thee.